He hadn’t planned for the evening to go this way – but he had never planned for Miss Blackwood’s inclinations to begin with. He took her hand just long enough to pull her up alongside him from the benches – what did it matter about being subtle here, when she was dressed to be anonymous and the boxing crowds scarcely cared? – and then led their way out into the night air. He felt the rush of it on his face and only then realised just how warm he was. Warm with anticipation, undoubtedly – and she hadn’t even begun her quest to thrill him yet.
Well, patience had never been one of his best virtues. Yassine snaked an arm around her waist, grinned at her and disapparated them both. His London lodgings, an elegant townhouse, made an unusual background for all the traditional Moroccan decor – rich colours and wall hangings and sweeping arches, but the house was quiet and dimly lit, the staff having been long abed. He didn’t want her to feel too at home here – he felt strangely unguarded – but one night oughtn’t hurt.
Giving her only a second to catch her breath as they thudded into his main hallway, Yassine pulled off her scarf at last, her hair catching the low light like flames. “Come on then,” he murmured, with one more smirk before he leant in to kiss her. “Buy my silence.”
Well, patience had never been one of his best virtues. Yassine snaked an arm around her waist, grinned at her and disapparated them both. His London lodgings, an elegant townhouse, made an unusual background for all the traditional Moroccan decor – rich colours and wall hangings and sweeping arches, but the house was quiet and dimly lit, the staff having been long abed. He didn’t want her to feel too at home here – he felt strangely unguarded – but one night oughtn’t hurt.
Giving her only a second to catch her breath as they thudded into his main hallway, Yassine pulled off her scarf at last, her hair catching the low light like flames. “Come on then,” he murmured, with one more smirk before he leant in to kiss her. “Buy my silence.”
